Years ago I was handing out 19 orders on the track 3/4 platform at Penn station, Newark, when a woman hopped off onto track four in front of an approaching MU. She landed in the trough between the rails and the train went over her with out touching her. They took her to the hospital anyhow, I guess, to check her head.
More recently, a woman in Morristown went under a departing train, and was chopped into four pieces, like any animal. I called it in to the police, but didn't take a close look at her. I'm nearsighted, asked one of the cops who had been closer, if it was a human being. I had seen her earlier in the waiting room, dressed in black.
I was working first trick at Hunter tower in 1972 when the previous night a drunk had come along, and sat down on track four. The cleanup crew did an imperfect job, and the next morning the maintainer was taking pieces of him out of the switch.
Of course, in the Pennsy days, there was a funeral train, I think for Bobby Kennedy, that made a stop at some place like Linden, (I forget where,) and people came on the tracks to be near it. I guess they figured there was safety in numbers, but they were wrong. This was before the days of radios, and a freight train came along and ran many of them down.
We had an electrician at Hack tower who stepped onto the track in front of a PATH train and froze.
I remember, in the early 1970s, a worker in Journal Square wedged him self into the third rail with a crow bar. I heard that it was the second such fatality in the history of the H&M. You think nothing of stepping over the third rail. I can think of another fatality though, when an H&M train passed a stop signal at Dock, with the bridge up. The operator got the bridge down low enough to catch the train. They figured a handle over his head had come off, and knocked the motorman out.
I've come close to (inadvertently) being chopped up several times myself, "working on the railroad" or getting off a moving train wrong.
I knew a priest in Jersey City years ago who had to go into rail yards to give last rights to men killed there; grim job.
The father of one of the guys I was in the army with was a fireman on the Pennsy, and lost his legs getting on or off a GG1 in Sunnyside yard.
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